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Allergic To Furry Things But Can Pet Them Mentally – CH9

Chapter 9

“Sure,” Tang Hu said, “but he still hasn’t seen my human form yet. On the ship, I was always with him as a fox. He’s still too young and doesn’t understand things like spirit forms, and at the beginning he was also too afraid of people, so Uncle wouldn’t let me change back. If you want to go see him, I’ll have to go with you in fox form.”

After hearing that, Tang Qiu’s lips moved slightly, and the fingers resting on her lap unconsciously curled up. Only after a while did she whisper, “I… I’ll also… go see… see him… in spirit form.”

She knew this was not good. Her little brother had only just come home, yet not a single family member had gone to meet him in person. Anyone who did not know better might think they did not welcome him.

But she really was timid and terribly socially anxious. She also stuttered when she spoke, and the dark circles under her eyes had still not faded. She might very well scare her little brother. She was too afraid—afraid that if she went in her human form, she would make everything go horribly wrong.

Tang Hu froze for a moment, then nodded and said alright.

Second Sister had always been like this. He could not push her too hard. Better to take it slowly.

“I… I’ll go… change… downstairs.” As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Qiu sprang to her feet in a rush.

Before long, a little white bird flapped its tiny wings and flew back.

Tang Qiu’s spirit form was a mutated white falcon. In its juvenile form, it was a cute little white bird, with only a touch of lovely light brown wavy markings at the tips of its tail feathers. It was about the size of an adult’s palm. It did not have the sharp fierceness of a falcon in nature. On the contrary, its eyes and body were both round and plump, making it look adorably silly, more like a little sparrow.

Of course, that was only how it looked in juvenile form. In hunting form, its style was the exact opposite.

“Chiu… chiu-chiu… chiu!” The little bird quickly fluttered down onto Tang Hu’s shoulder. Even its chirps came out haltingly. It rubbed its little head gently against the side of Tang Hu’s face.

Tang Hu smiled and rubbed back.

When they were little, Second Sister would often turn into a little bird and play with him when he was in fox form. Sometimes she would fly a little higher, sometimes a little lower, teasing him into pouncing after her. He could never catch her, and would get so anxious he spun in circles on the spot, ying-ying nonstop, all nine tails stiffened straight with indignation.

Grandpa would always come over to smooth his fur, while Dad and Mom laughed loudly at the side. Eldest Brother had even taken pictures of his ridiculous and embarrassing appearance, though with his hopelessly straight-man photography skills, not a single photo was worth looking at.

Later, Second Sister personally made him a little bird toy that could fly, and every day he would play with it for ages. But in the end, because his fox-form teeth and claws were too sharp, and he happened to be in his teething stage, the bird toy did not survive for long before breaking. Second Sister patiently kept making him new ones.

Year after year, every year he received a bird toy more exquisite than the one from the year before.

When he got a little older, he could no longer bear to bite or claw those beautiful bird toys, so he carefully kept every single one.

And it was not just him. Second Sister had also made many gifts for the rest of the family.

But ever since Mother died four years ago, Second Sister had never made any again.

Or perhaps even if she did make them, she no longer knew how to give them away—to the broken, shattered family they had become.

“Sis,” Tang Hu suddenly called out.

“Chiu?” The little bird tilted its head on his shoulder.

“Make one for our little brother too. Make a white nine-tailed fox just like me, the kind that can record sound. I’ll record some songs into it. Our little brother really likes listening to me… to the little fox sing. He’s a little scared of animals and doesn’t even dare touch me. I want him to start with the toy first and slowly get used to it,” Tang Hu said.

The little bird froze in that head-tilted pose for several seconds, as though time itself had stopped.

Tang Qiu had always been quiet and slow by nature, and whenever she was shocked, she would go blank and stay dazed for quite a long while. Sometimes she felt less like a bird and more like a snail or a sloth.

A few seconds later, the little bird finally came back to herself and let out a short little “chiu,” belatedly straightening her head again.

She had nearly forgotten how long it had been since she last heard Tang Hu sing…

Back when little Tang Hu had first worked up the courage to register a livestream account, the whole family had put on disguises and gone into his livestream room to donate and support him, pretending to be random fans chatting with him.

That day, little Tang Hu had made quite a lot of money from the stream, and in great excitement he had taken the family to the most expensive children’s restaurant on the main planet—treating them to a meal with that money, never realizing that most of it had actually come from the family’s own donations.

Because her spiritual power was unstable, she always had to wear protective gear whenever she went out. She did not like going out at all. She felt restrained, and the extra stares from others made her uncomfortable all over. But back then, whenever it was with her family, she never refused to go out, because they would always keep her safely in the middle, giving her courage and a sense of security.

Now…

Four years had passed, and she had not left Eden even once.

The little bird shifted both its claws and edged closer to Tang Hu’s neck, then, as if deflating, collapsed fully against him, its tiny claws completely hidden beneath its soft feathers.

Tang Hu did not immediately turn back into fox form. Instead, he and his sister in bird form watched the surveillance feed on the optical brain for a while, waiting until the little child in the video had nearly finished dinner before calling for the servants from the villa district.

When the servants arrived carrying a rune-etched leash and an equally rune-etched delicate birdcage, a nine-tailed fox with a little bird perched on its head was already sitting obediently by the garden gate.

The little bird held a beautiful double-petaled flower in its beak—it was the meeting gift Tang Qiu, in bird form, had carefully picked out for her younger brother.

The servant opened the birdcage, and the little bird immediately flew in with the flower still in its beak, fluttering its wings.

Another servant fastened the leash around the little fox’s neck.

Outside the Tang family villa grounds, large areas were covered by runes and transparent barriers that split inside from outside like an eggshell. Only the Tang family and a few servants lived within this area. So long as they stayed within the villa grounds, they did not need to wear a full set of strict protective gear; under normal circumstances, a birdcage and leash were enough.

Once all that was done, the two of them took the little bird and little fox straight toward the house where Tang Rong was staying.

Tang Rong had only been shocked for a little while by the conditions of his home before his stomach started growling.

The sun had already set, and it was naturally time to get hungry.

The butler smiled and immediately led him over to the dining table. Very soon, the servants brought over the dinner that had already been prepared.

Just like on the ship, it was a nutritionally balanced, healthy meal portioned neatly onto the plate.

Tang Rong was not picky with food. Every time, he would obediently finish everything.

The surveillance was still on, and several pairs of eyes were watching from the other side. Afraid Tang Rong would again share his food with him and make the masters, who had not yet even met the little child, secretly jealous, the butler made sure that tonight the food on his own plate was exactly the same as Tang Rong’s.

As Tang Rong lowered his head and ate, he chatted with the system in his mind.

“Our family is really so rich. Butler Uncle can finally eat good food just like me now.”

The system: […]

Although it felt that the butler’s previous “bad” meals had simply been a matter of personal taste, the host had already been sharing food with the butler for so long that it did not want to be the kind of system that ruined the mood, so it said nothing.

Very soon, Tang Rong’s mood dropped again. “Being rich isn’t much use. If you get sick, you still die.”

For a four-year-old child, that kind of thought was far too negative, but placed on a little one like Tang Rong, who had gone through everything he had, it was also completely understandable.

Before this, Tang Rong’s only family had been the grandma who picked him up. He had watched helplessly as she died of illness right in front of him. No one could understand how he had felt at that time.

Now that he had finally returned home, his family could not come pick him up because of fluctuations in their spiritual damage, and they had used the excuse of being seriously ill, which made him sad for them all over again.

Although they had not been together for long, the system really liked this little host and did not want to see him upset, so it said: [Actually… they might not necessarily die.]

Tang Rong paused in the middle of chewing, one cheek puffed out slightly from the food inside.

The butler was sitting right across from him, and there was surveillance in the room. Afraid Tang Rong spacing out would expose something, the system hurriedly added: [You keep eating, and I’ll keep talking.]

Tang Rong blinked once and continued chewing.

The host was a smart and quick-witted little child. The system felt very gratified.

It was not trying to reveal to the host the truth that the Tang family was trying so hard to hide, but rather…

The system said: [Do you remember the points mall I showed you at the beginning? There are a lot of items in it, and one of them is a very expensive item that can bring the dead back to life—but there are some conditions and limitations.]


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Allergic To Furry Things But Can Pet Them Mentally

Allergic To Furry Things But Can Pet Them Mentally

Score 9.2
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2025 Native Language: Chinese
[A fluffy-cub story: family love in the early stage, romance in the later stage  The bottom is allergic to small animals but not to fluffy spirit forms x the top is the imperial crown prince whose spirit form is a snow leopard] Tang Rong grew up on a garbage planet and had severe allergies to all kinds of animals. Even accidentally touching a few strands of fur shed by a small animal would make him break out in red rashes. Even so, that never stopped him from loving fluffy little animals since childhood. When he was four years old, the butler from the Tang family on the capital planet came to bring him home. That was when he learned that he was the child the Tang family had lost years ago, the long-missing young master of the Tang family. The moment he returned home, everyone was waiting to see the miserable end of this poor little thing. Who on the capital planet did not know that every generation of the Tang family served in the military, and that their spirit forms had all been damaged? Their mental fluctuations were unstable, they kept to themselves, and they wore shackles and muzzles all year round. Just meeting their eyes was enough to make people shiver in fear. A normal child like Tang Rong, who had no spirit form at all, living among people like them, would surely be crushed to pieces. ... But life after returning home was not nearly as unbearable as Tang Rong had imagined. Here, for the first time, he encountered spirit forms—something people from the garbage planet had never had. He also got bound to a fluffy-petting system: every time he petted a spirit form, he earned points. So soft, so cute, and no allergies at all ovo! Tang Rong was so happy in his new home that he almost fainted from bliss. Later, he discovered that his grandfather was a tiger, his father a lion, his eldest brother a black wolf, his second sister a white falcon, and his third brother a nine-tailed fox... And every single one of them doted on him beyond measure. He also picked up an especially clingy little snow leopard, and every day he had to cuddle it to sleep. ... The empire’s little crown prince, Shen Muhan, was the only SSS-rank spiritual powerhouse in the entire interstellar world. His spirit form was a snow leopard. His talent far surpassed everyone else’s, but that also made his spiritual power extremely hard to control. Since childhood, he had been raised in a room specially designed for him to prevent him from losing control. Then one day, he met a child his age who had no spirit form. The child took him into his arms, brushed his fur with a little comb, begged his family to adopt him, prepared food for him, and slept with him every day... And the restless spiritual power in his body quickly calmed down. His mother had always said that his future crown princess had to be the person he liked most. Curled up in Tang Rong’s arms with his tail in his mouth, the little snow leopard thought: this is the crown princess destined for him!

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